Текст песни Green Crow - Матросы

Music: Irish and Russian folk
 Lyrics: Sergey Kuzmin

Closer crowded cliffs,
 Pulls the boat wave.
 Hang on masts sailors
 One sailor Duma.
 Not a feather pillow,
 Not a glass of wine,
 Not a bean stew,
 No, it's not about that.
How to marry a sailor,
 From cute to walk hand in hand? ..
 Better to drown in the waves,
 The favorite without suffering.

Bute ice hummocks
 Fragile ship in the night.
 Crying softly sailors,
 Shake to cinder candles.
 All they languor alone.
 To go down the mast - pokrichi.
 Only the cold sea,
 Only the silence of the depths.

Boatswain in mustache smiles -
 Pour Master sadness.
 Rum will pour from the barrel,
 It is worth it to tilt.
 Not for salty jackets,
 Not at The cold waves
 Not for sweetheart cursed,
 A hot hearts.